Dreary morning
Morphine drip makes it taste better and
there’s no room left for breakfast.
I traded in bacon and eggs for nicotine and coffee stains long ago.
Or so it seems.
I don’t want any syrup,
She makes it all sweet enough.
Sure they can keep me alive,
But they can’t **** me like she can.
I’d rather die alive tonight than live to death in depths of debt’s regret.
Besides, I know I’ll wake up tomorrow morning
And she’ll be gone if tonight was good enough.
Unless I don’t know,
But,
What I don’t know can’t hurt me…
Right?